i breathe
as you breathe
in and out
slowly
surely
our breathing synchronized
owning
eachother
succumbing
to the very passion
sealing us
together
moving
trembling
our bodies intertwined
spellbound
as we become one.
Through The Stubborn Girl’s Eyes
Others find comfort in the light
The familiar, the usual.
I, on the other hand, prefer darkness
In darkness, anything’s possible.
You could be here right now
I wouldn’t know. It’s dark.
Unlike the light that limits me
To the four walls around me.
In dreams, my mind’s swirling
From all the possibilities.
But the faint crow of the rooster
Is pulling me back.
Being the stubborn girl that I am,
I shut my eyes. Tighter. And tighter.
Allowing darkness to consume me.
there should be a term invented for the so-called
klasjdfhasklghklsdghskldhgasdh.
and no, BLAH is not it.
FUU
i succumbed to the latest cyber sensation. http://formspring.me/cindidaballero
what the fuck is wrong with me. i probably won’t last there anyway. boredom or whatnot might get in the way. besides, i’m not famous enough to have haters/fans. hhhaaaaahhh. lame.
i just had a sudden urge to post this.
<3 REASONS:
- I miss Prison Break.
- I miss Michael Scofield.
- I miss Wentworth Miller.
dude, don’t be so choosy in your projects. look at t-bag! he’s on heroes already.
The difference between him and the other boys at such a time was that they knew it was make-believe; while to him make-believe and true were exactly the same thing. This sometimes troubled them, as when they had to make-believe that they had had their dinners.
Children have the strangest adventures without being troubled by them.
Odd things happen to all of us on our way through life without our noticing for a time that they never happened.
HEAR HEAR! you. read the book. it’s a hundred times better than the movie. (to think that the movie is already incredible) the narration is epic. i love you sir j.m. barrie!
You throw a stone towards me
Watch out. I’ll return a boulder.
You pick a rose for me.
Just you wait, sir,
a bouquet
is coming your way.
You plant a kiss lightly
on my lips,
I inhale your whole being.
tuwing gabi
lang ako lumalabas
kung kailan
WALA NA
akong kakumpitensya
sa utak mo
kung kailan
SOLONG-SOLO
ko na yang isipan mo
ang tanong —-
Ano na nga palang balak mong gawin sa akin?
- Ideya
alam niyo
yung feeling na
Nasusuka
sa kabusugan
Natatae
sa kabusugan
Nahihilo
sa kabusugan
Natutulala
habang
Nagbuburp
sa kabusugan
at kung anu-ano
pang kahirapan
dahil sa kabusugan?
‘Yun. Yun ang gusto kong maranasan ngayon.
- ika ni Bubuy na kumukulo na ang sikmura sa aleng nilimusan niyang bigla na lang nakipagkwentuhan di naman pala mamimigay ng limos tangina diba
The familiar gates
inviting you
into a place
you once considered
as a second home.
But once you get
passed the gate,
your whole being clashes with
what you once were.
Trying to fit
it all back.
Like a uniform
three sizes too small.
It still fits
but it’s too uncomfortable.
It still fits
but something’s not right.
It still fits
but something’s not in place.
Some excited soul
crashing into a shadow
hiding while rattling the irongates.
Until you realize,
that soul is you.
and so is the shadow.
in the midst
of abandoned walls
and stolen kisses..
lies a struggling heart
settling
for
compensation.
TAMADITIS
tinatamad na ko maglipat. saktong mga walang kwenta pa mga nalagay ko dito. hm. i think magbubuhay LJ na lang ulit ako.
eniwey. here’s something. from murakami. not me.
“if i listen to some utterly perfect piece while i’m driving, i might want to close my eyes and die right then and there. but listening to the d major, i can feel the limits of what humans are capable of—that a certain type of perfection can only be realized through a limitless accumulation of the imperfect. and personally, i find that encouraging.” -oshima; kafka on the shore
ganito yung mga nakakaasar pero magaling na sayings e. naisip mo na dati pa. as in alam mo sa sarili mo na may ganyan ka ng thought dati. e kaso di mo sinulat. edi wala. just like in dorian gray. damn it. oscar wilde’s a genius. all his observations makes you go.. ONGA NO. bleep. inggit lang ako. magaling sila. sikat sila. ako. wala. pagantoganto. munggago.
I’M A SELF-PROCLAIMED WORMWORMWORMWORMWORMWORMWORMWORM.
i’d rather read than study for math.
dressday tomorrah. i want to shove MY SHORT SKIRT by eve ensler to her face. bawal mo muka mo. yikes. this is becoming more of a blog. (what i was supposedly avoiding)
right. back to LJ it is.
